An Amish Cookie Club Courtship by Sarah Price

Author:Sarah Price [Price, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Zebra Books
Published: 2020-07-29T00:00:00+00:00

RACHEL

CHAPTER 23

The moment Rachel walked into her mother’s kitchen, she almost wished she were back in the buggy with Jonas. Almost.

“Was that a buggy I heard in the driveway?” her mother asked in a singsong voice. She stood at the counter mixing together cookie dough. Beside her was Verna, who, likewise, was busy pouring flour into a large bowl.

Rachel had almost forgotten that she was supposed to help her mother and Verna bake cookies for MayFest.

Tossing her small bag onto the counter, Rachel walked over to the sofa along the back wall. She flopped onto it and leaned back, closing her eyes and giving an exhausted sigh. “Obviously you heard the buggy, Maem, or you wouldn’t be asking.”

She thought she heard Verna snicker.

Wilma clucked her tongue. “Now, Rachel,” she began, “it was just a simple question. No need to take such a tone.”

Rachel’s eyes opened and she stared at her mother. “Oh really? Mayhaps you’d understand better if you had just endured the world’s longest buggy ride with Jonas Esh as the driver!”

This time, there was no mistaking the chuckle that slipped past Verna’s lips.

“Oh now, seriously, Rachel.” Wilma gave a nervous laugh. She gave Rachel a strong look and then glanced in Verna’s direction as if to warn her daughter to watch what she said. For the life of her, Rachel couldn’t figure out why. Everyone knew that Jonas was a bit over-the-top.

“I am being serious.” She sat up and leaned forward, her elbows on her knees. “I don’t think he knows the meaning of silence. He just talks and talks and talks.” She rolled her eyes. “Even if I’d wanted to—and I didn’t!—I’d never have gotten a word in edgewise.”

Verna suppressed a smile. “Then you were in luck, Rachel. No need for idle chitchat if he did all the talking.”

“I guess that’s one way to look at it.” She stood up and walked over to join her mother at the counter. Peering over her mother’s shoulder, she saw that she was making butterscotch potato chip cookies. “But it gets worse.”

Verna dumped a measuring cup full of sugar into her bowl. “Worse? How so?”

Wilma made a scoffing noise. “Sounds like that’s not possible, Rachel. I’ve heard nothing but complaints from you about that boy since the day you started working for Edna.”

From where she stood, Rachel noticed that Verna looked up, a thoughtful expression on her face. The older woman stared at the ceiling for a long moment and then, slowly, shifted her gaze to look at Rachel.

Uncertain what that meant, Rachel shrugged it off. Despite her mother’s close friendship with the woman, Verna hardly knew her. Whatever she was thinking was of no concern to Rachel. “It’s Edna,” she said in a flat, emotionless tone.

Wilma’s mouth opened and she caught her breath. “Oh help!” She reached up to touch her face, leaving traces of flour on her cheeks. “What have you done now, Rachel? You best not have gotten fired or upset my dear friend.”

“It’s the reverse, actually.” Rachel lifted her chin.

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